Saturday, October 9, 2010

Only The Young

Yesterday Sarah and I went shopping and then saw the movie, Never Let Me Go. We went to an "anti-mall" called The Lab. I like this place, but parking here is a little difficult. I was able to find a spot, but I ended up parking retarded. So of course I had to back out to fix my car. Of course as I am about to do that, two guys get into the car next to mine. So, I decided to wait for them to back out before I do. Sarah and I sit in my car waiting for them to leave and I pretend to be busy so it doesn't look like we're waiting on them. All of the sudden Sarah nonchalantly says, "Well, you can back out now, cause they're just making out."

Wait, what?

I look over and oh my goodness she is not lying.

Eventually I fixed my parking, though it was still bad. All this was basically a waste of time, because Sarah and I didn't buy anything from that place anyways. The only fun thing was looking at the book of awkward family photos.



Afterwards we went to South Coast Plaza (an hour before closing, because we are cool like that). We went to Sephora and I got some lip stuff. Sarah couldn't stop trying all the eye shadows on her hand, so her hand got very colorful. She said she should stop touching stuff as she continued picking up handful of items in the sale section. Then we went to Bath and Body works where Sarah couldn't stop smelling everything, because she is awesome.

Afterwards, we went to go see Never Let Me Go. Which is such a sad movie. I liked it, but afterwards I was left with such a sad and depressing feeling that I don't know if I would want to see it again. It's not that I don't like sad films, but this contained such depressing themes. I like films like The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It was a sad movie, but when it ended I felt content. This movie just made me feel sad for the characters and their lives. On a positive note, I like the actor and actresses in the movie and their outfits. So it was good on a visual note.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Do the Astral Plane

Last night Brigitte and I decided to go to Disneyland and then watch a movie.  I suggested that we finally go on the roller coaster California Screamin while we were there, but in a act of nervousness and pathetic fear we arrived at the conclusion we shouldn't go on the ride that night, because it was dark and that meant the ride was going to be a bit faster than usual. 

When we arrived at the park, it was so full. I thought the large population of attendees was due to it being a Friday and whatnot, but then I realized that a lot of kids (and some adults) were dressed up in Halloween costumes.  As we stood in the massive line into Disneyland, I saw a kid dressed up as Buzz Lightyear walk up to random kid dressed as Woody to say hi. Cutest thing ever.

I soon realized that it was the Halloween event at Disneyland, and that my friend and I chose a very bad day to be going. Then we found out that the main park was closed for the Halloween event, so my friend and I were forced to go to California Adventure. Which meant we had to be in the same place as the horrible California Screamin and watch it mock and laugh at us. We had planned to go onto Toy Story Midway Mania, but that ride was closed. So we started to head towards the Grizzly River Run ride, but then Brigitte suggested that maybe we should just go onto California Screamin. Just to get it over with she says. I asked her if she was sure, and she immediately started to show signs of chickening out. So, I took a deep breath and said we should just do it.

Waiting in line is always horrible for me. I wish there was a way to just instantly go on the ride, because I hate waiting and thinking about the horrors that await me. Brigitte was freaking out and even asked an elder lady behind us if the ride was scary. It would have been better if she hadn't asked at all. 

As I looked around, I felt so pathetic. Here I am, a 20 year old girl with butterflies in my stomach and the horrible taste of fear on my tongue, while kids almost half my age are jumping up in down in excitement. To Brigitte's dismay, the line ended pretty quickly. Here we go, I thought, lets get this over with. 

My enthusiasm quickly flew out the window when Brigitte and I were placed in the last seats of the roller coaster. Everyone knows those are the scariest seats. We quickly began to freak out and babble incoherent things as we tried to quickly stuff our purses into those little holders they have on rides. Brigitte asked an employee if the ride was scary, he said no in a monotone voice as he quickly walked past us. I almost wanted to ask the person in front of us to switch seats. I mean, being in the second to last row is a lot better than being in the last row of a roller coaster, right? I decided not to, for my pride. Especially since the person was a 12 year old girl who was riding by herself.

As the ride started, my friend started freaking out more and we held hands like a couple of children. I caught my composure and was starting to feel pretty awesome for finally taking on this ride. Then it started, and I immediately felt regret. And fear, lots of that. My butt left the seat several times and I screamed like a little girl. Then I started laughing hysterically at how bad I was screaming. Then I would scream some more. It was a weird experience.

The ride ended really quickly, and my friend and I started to spout nonsense of how much we loved each other and how proud we were of each other. I would not be surprised at all if the 12 year old girl in front of us was rolling her eyes.

That is all.